My flight out of Bangkok's Suvarnabhumi Airport leaves at 13:55. I arrange through my hostel for a van pick me up at 11:00 since it will apparently take upwards of an hour to reach the terminal. This gives me plenty of time to wake up early, check out some sites, eat some food, and relax as I
My hitchhiking from Maastricht to Dortmund goes well and I arrive in Germany earlier than expected. Two hours until I am expected at my host's apartment - I guess it's a good time for a celebratory beer. I find my host's place to get my aimless wandering out-of-the-way and then head to the
Didn’t read Part I? Climbing Up (And Pooping On) Mount Fuji (Part I). TL;DR: I'm now sitting in the freezing cold on top of Mount Fuji waiting for the sunrise after a crowded and frustrating climb up from the fifth station. I open my eyes. Yup, just as I suspected, still dark. Have I
After arriving at the ICEHOTEL and finding out that I had to wait over two hours for the next tour (in Engish), I decided to tag along with two Canadians I met to some church and museum at the end of the street. The church and museum apparently were both focused on by the Sami people (the
A Greyhound Bus from Los Angeles to New Orleans. So much uncertainty. Do joyous memories, character-building life experience and lifelong friends await me on the road? Or is this as terrible an idea as it sounds? TL;DR: it was a terrible idea. THE ITINERARY Los Angeles to San Diego.
I did not walk 2,600 miles from Mexico to Canada for glory. I didn't do it for charity, I didn't do it for exercise, not for fun, not for attention, not for personal growth. I did it for another type of growth: beard growth. And I was incredibly successful. Only five days after my Pacific Crest
Since arriving in Japan, I have spoken very little English, and even less Japanese (since my current vocabulary is limited to a few dozen words). So as strange of an introduction as it was, it was nice when an older Japanese man stepped into my train compartment, and said, "Welcome to Japan!"
My passport will not swipe at the self-service kiosk - do I really have to get into that giant line of people behind the check-in counter? An airline employee on the floor attempts to rectify the situation, but after ten minutes of failed attempts (and the aggravated bending of my passport) she
"Do the two of you have any money?" Not normally what you expect to be asked when you sit down at the local diner for breakfast, usually it's more along the lines of "how are you?" or "can I get you something to drink", but on this particular morning in the hick town of Bridgeport, California,